Thursday, July 23, 2009
Car Lots Are Exhausting
(Get it? Exhausting? Sorry. The heat is getting to me... it makes my brain go goofy.)
The summer sun reflects off of the asphalt (which looks like midnight but feels like purgatory), beats relentlessly down on my face and back, and I begin to melt.
The names of various makes and models and acronyms (like SE, LE and GX... what?) get all jumbled up in my female brain. Can't we just call them what they are? The white car with 4 doors. The silver car with a stick shift. The gold car with the sweaty leather seats.
The multiple numbers representing mileage and price and things I don't understand (like engine size) float in a sea of chaos and confusion in my head. Can't they just sell quality vehicles for what they're really worth so we don't have to worry about purchasing an overpriced lemon?
(However, I will gladly purchase an overpriced lemonade. Two, please.)
I miss our little peely-paint Neon who served us so well for almost 15 years.
You cursed car lots! Look what you've done! I'm melting! Melllllllting! Oh, what a world! What a world!